LovelyAnastasia
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STATUS: It gets colder these days, but I love my sweaters 9 yrs ago
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It gets colder these days, but I love my sweaters
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One weak drink and my head is pounding... I've become a lightweight.... *wails*
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I don't want to get out of bed......pleaseeee...i want to wallow a bit
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Omoooo~ what to do? Anime or kdrama?
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Why do i stay up so late at nighy...it's always a struggle getting up in the morning. ..
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Hi all! It's Ana back from the void. I had some pretty intense months IRL, but the witch is back and ready to brew up a wonderful little story haha~ Here are my terms for OnexOne, dearlings~ Look it over and let's see if our tastes can create a lovely RP feast for you and me!
Length:
Medium causal to low advanced. I am a bit carnivorous and need a good bit of meat in the posts I get from my partners. Don't let me go hungry, huhuhu~
Like wise, I shall try to feed you with, at the very least posts of two and a half paragraphs in length or more. It's all about give and take, right~?
Mature Topics:
I can do smut and cursing, but let's try to keep it classy? I have a little brother on this site and I'd be mortified for him to find anything that isn't at least trying to be creative in word choice. Plus there are so many ways to keep things interesting and detailed without being crass or vulgar.
And while we are on the topic, I also feel that my mature RPs should be done with 18 and older roleplayers. Same goes with characters: 18 and older, preferably in the 20s, or nothing more than love fluff. You get Angel Food cake, you hear? Only 18 and up get to have Devil's Food.
And Romance doesn't have to be sappy. It can be that they hate each other in the beginning, but have attraction. Maybe they stay enemies. Maybe they unite but still don't trust one another. And maybe she is a hellion and he is cool calm and collected. Or maybe they both have bad tempers. There are so many possibilities! Romance doesn't always mean sappy fluff, but can include dark and more twisted passion. Huhuhu~ That's why there is a 'mature 18+ rating' on the door. ;P
Historical Topics:
Many, if not all, of my RPs involve some sort of historical quality. While I am no history buff, I like things to be believable. Call me nit picky and strict, but I don't like my Vikings calling my Heroine "babe" or "chick". It's odd and jars me right out of the RP.
Have Courage, Dearlings:
I won't bite you. :P I know I may seem strict on what I want, but this is just so we can both get what we want out of RP. If it isn't working, let's not be afraid to say so. Nothing is more painful than trying to feign interest in something you just are not interested in. Let's agree to talk to each other. Compromise and communication can solve many things. I am always open to suggestions once we agree on something to start with. OOC chat threads were made just for these kinds of things. So let's be friendly, yea? :3
One Final Thing:
I am looking to play the female character. I am looking for MY female character to be paired with a male character. I only clarify this because there have been misunderstandings in the past and it got reeeeeal awkward.
And so there is no confusion, I feel I must state it plainly somewhere in my current request: I would like to be the main female character. Thank you very much~ ;3
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If it's good music, why not? ^.^ Like the background music in movies and tv shows, it just gives it a bit more atmosphere
On a side note, every time I write as Tomo with Ueda, this is the song I have to listen to now.
Tomo smiled softly and shook her head slightly. "Well as long as I'm not taking to ghosts," she gave a tilted grin, brushing dark hair behind her ear. She could hear him blowing rings of smoke and she just sighed in momentary defeat. Was his existence so cruel to him then? He mentioned dying many times, but there were often kids their age and younger who were not expected to live long. Death was terrifying. It was why people hated it so much. To not exist anymore... even she was scared of something so unknown like that. But maybe Ueda had more reasons for being this way. She wasn't him, so maybe she'd never know, but it didn't calm her anxiety of wanting to at least help or comfort him somehow. She of all people knew how much it hurt to feel like your completely alone.
The breeze slipped in and she closed her eyes. It was a cool caress and it was very comforting. It reminded her of home. Opening her eyes, she turned her face to Ueda. He sounded amused when he said he wished he could see things like her and she smirked, almost offended. But it was natural for some people to get a bit well like this. People thought she was a dollish little princess, oh-so-perfect and could-do-no-wrong Tomohina. She knew what people thought of her. But if they thought that they didn't know her at all. She just refused to let them see her cry out the ashes of her heart. No one was allowed to see that dark side of her. No one.
"I won't make you do anything, Nobuyuki-san," she murmured gently, "You can be whoever you like. I'll still see you as my Imaginary Friend." Her voice was warm and kind, like it always was, but for some reason seemed more tender than usual. He could speak nonsense and philosophy, and she'd still want to talk to him. It was just how she was. She'd rather people be strange and truthful, than plastic liars. Tomo found that kind of darkness rather fascinating. He changed the subject quickly, neatly and she smiled. He wanted to forget, so she wouldn't make him remember. He asked her if she was going to play the piano and she ran her fingers over the keys once more, entranced by their silky ivory.
"Well since you are so insistent, my 'loyal subject'," she said a bit dryly, but laughed gently, "If my Imaginary Friend wants me to, I guess I really should, though I'm not nearly as good as you." Her fingers slowly traced over the keys and she closed her eyes, her head arching her neck to the side. The sound of pianos, the feel of them under her fingers, it was closest she had ever gotten to being touched in a loving way. It was just as achingly beautiful as when she was all alone in that cold manor. Her own gilded cage, the music her own way of flying. But she couldn't just be satisfied with playing. Instead she sang. While her natural language made her voice sweet as sugar, in english her voice held a sad kind of brass to it's sweetness. Haunting and enticing, she reveled in the sound of her own voice, floating, flying, free.
She played "Lights" on that dusty piano, arching and aching as if she wished she could feel what the original singer had felt. And maybe in a way she felt how they had. These were her childhood friends, songs of singers she could never see. But her Imaginary Friend could see her. While she didn't show people that dark side of her, her voice always gave away her secret when she sang. It was why she'd sing in other language. To try and hide it the best she could. Because the feeling of absolute and pure freedom when singing was to good to give up.
The breeze slipped in and she closed her eyes. It was a cool caress and it was very comforting. It reminded her of home. Opening her eyes, she turned her face to Ueda. He sounded amused when he said he wished he could see things like her and she smirked, almost offended. But it was natural for some people to get a bit well like this. People thought she was a dollish little princess, oh-so-perfect and could-do-no-wrong Tomohina. She knew what people thought of her. But if they thought that they didn't know her at all. She just refused to let them see her cry out the ashes of her heart. No one was allowed to see that dark side of her. No one.
"I won't make you do anything, Nobuyuki-san," she murmured gently, "You can be whoever you like. I'll still see you as my Imaginary Friend." Her voice was warm and kind, like it always was, but for some reason seemed more tender than usual. He could speak nonsense and philosophy, and she'd still want to talk to him. It was just how she was. She'd rather people be strange and truthful, than plastic liars. Tomo found that kind of darkness rather fascinating. He changed the subject quickly, neatly and she smiled. He wanted to forget, so she wouldn't make him remember. He asked her if she was going to play the piano and she ran her fingers over the keys once more, entranced by their silky ivory.
"Well since you are so insistent, my 'loyal subject'," she said a bit dryly, but laughed gently, "If my Imaginary Friend wants me to, I guess I really should, though I'm not nearly as good as you." Her fingers slowly traced over the keys and she closed her eyes, her head arching her neck to the side. The sound of pianos, the feel of them under her fingers, it was closest she had ever gotten to being touched in a loving way. It was just as achingly beautiful as when she was all alone in that cold manor. Her own gilded cage, the music her own way of flying. But she couldn't just be satisfied with playing. Instead she sang. While her natural language made her voice sweet as sugar, in english her voice held a sad kind of brass to it's sweetness. Haunting and enticing, she reveled in the sound of her own voice, floating, flying, free.
She played "Lights" on that dusty piano, arching and aching as if she wished she could feel what the original singer had felt. And maybe in a way she felt how they had. These were her childhood friends, songs of singers she could never see. But her Imaginary Friend could see her. While she didn't show people that dark side of her, her voice always gave away her secret when she sang. It was why she'd sing in other language. To try and hide it the best she could. Because the feeling of absolute and pure freedom when singing was to good to give up.
You could always walk into the music room~
The atmosphere seems a bit heavy there but it would be fun to play with your characters Ursa.
The atmosphere seems a bit heavy there but it would be fun to play with your characters Ursa.
*can't help but laugh for soem reason* That is MESSED up
Tomo laughed softly when he said that one couldn't expect friends to fall from the sky. She nodded slightly with an amused grin on her delicate features, her fingers slipping over the ivory keys. He always seemed to be so distant, like his mind was in another galaxy. It was puzzling sometimes, but it was also a bit refreshing. If Kyle Parker was like sunshine, Ueda Nobuyuki was like cool water. Perhaps even ocean water, being ever changing and unpredictable. A puzzle indeed.
It was quiet for a moment and the cicadas sang loud and then soft once more, mingling with voice from people outside. "I think you're really your worst critic, Nobuyuki-san," she said in her soft voice, her face angling towards the sunlight from the windows, "You're so far away... Sometimes I wonder where it is you go when you talk." It was not harsh critic but true thought on her part. He was true with her, so she'd be true with him. "Sometimes I wonder if I reached out," she put out her hand, palm faced upward, "if you'd really be there at all... Or that you might just be my own imaginary friend." She smiled softly then, almost apologetically, retracting her hand, fingers curling into her palm. Shaking her dark head slightly, she turn her blank and misty gaze to the piano next to her.
"I wish I could say something to bring you to this moment," she said, but her voice was so warm and gentle it was like it could be swallowed up by the sunny spring day, "To savor something like this." Her eyes closed, dark lashes fanning against her cheeks. "This is better than being alone in a bittersweet tragedy," she murmured in a honeyed tone, "Just being close to someone, if only for a while, seeing every color in their eyes, their face, the way the light touches their skin..." She touched her own cheek before her hand hesitantly fainted back to its position on the cold keys. "Sometimes I want that so much that I feel like I'll break and fall apart," she sighed, "But this..." A smile washed over her, painting her pale features with a rosy kind of porcelain pain. "This is just as precious to me as if I could see," she finally turned her unseeing eyes back onto the upperclassman, "Every feeling, every scent, every sound of this is just as beautiful as if I were really able to see. And it's why I feel more grateful than anyone at getting to share it with you."
She could hear him shake and curse, his breathing waver and then change. Tilting her head and looking confused and a bit alarmed, her fingers tensed on the keys. But the sound of him smoking relaxed her worry. With a relieved sigh, she sat down slowly on the piano seat. The smell of smoke made her grimace slightly, but she just laughed softly. When he asked if she wanted one and called her a princess she scrunched up her nose. "You are right in that I do not smoke," she said, "but I wouldn't say that I'm a princess or that I do not due to logic." She laughed at herself under her breath, before sliding her legs under the piano, white cane resting within her reach. "I do not smoke," she said slowly, tempting her fingers over the piano as she spoke, "because I do not like the feeling it gives me."
It was quiet for a moment and the cicadas sang loud and then soft once more, mingling with voice from people outside. "I think you're really your worst critic, Nobuyuki-san," she said in her soft voice, her face angling towards the sunlight from the windows, "You're so far away... Sometimes I wonder where it is you go when you talk." It was not harsh critic but true thought on her part. He was true with her, so she'd be true with him. "Sometimes I wonder if I reached out," she put out her hand, palm faced upward, "if you'd really be there at all... Or that you might just be my own imaginary friend." She smiled softly then, almost apologetically, retracting her hand, fingers curling into her palm. Shaking her dark head slightly, she turn her blank and misty gaze to the piano next to her.
"I wish I could say something to bring you to this moment," she said, but her voice was so warm and gentle it was like it could be swallowed up by the sunny spring day, "To savor something like this." Her eyes closed, dark lashes fanning against her cheeks. "This is better than being alone in a bittersweet tragedy," she murmured in a honeyed tone, "Just being close to someone, if only for a while, seeing every color in their eyes, their face, the way the light touches their skin..." She touched her own cheek before her hand hesitantly fainted back to its position on the cold keys. "Sometimes I want that so much that I feel like I'll break and fall apart," she sighed, "But this..." A smile washed over her, painting her pale features with a rosy kind of porcelain pain. "This is just as precious to me as if I could see," she finally turned her unseeing eyes back onto the upperclassman, "Every feeling, every scent, every sound of this is just as beautiful as if I were really able to see. And it's why I feel more grateful than anyone at getting to share it with you."
She could hear him shake and curse, his breathing waver and then change. Tilting her head and looking confused and a bit alarmed, her fingers tensed on the keys. But the sound of him smoking relaxed her worry. With a relieved sigh, she sat down slowly on the piano seat. The smell of smoke made her grimace slightly, but she just laughed softly. When he asked if she wanted one and called her a princess she scrunched up her nose. "You are right in that I do not smoke," she said, "but I wouldn't say that I'm a princess or that I do not due to logic." She laughed at herself under her breath, before sliding her legs under the piano, white cane resting within her reach. "I do not smoke," she said slowly, tempting her fingers over the piano as she spoke, "because I do not like the feeling it gives me."
I can't help it. It's been a while and I got excited...
*covers self* GO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE!
*puts on giant sweater*
*puts on giant sweater*
N-NO WAY! CUT THAT OUT! STOP THAT! GET OUT OF THERE!!!
Aw~ I'm so happy~
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Wait...
Why are you in my shirt?!
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Wait...
Why are you in my shirt?!
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